Chosen Love

Is choosing beauty over real love ever the right option?


1. Choice

Glazed orbs of misdirection,
Lips parted to a lie,
She masks her deception,
with a sweet alluring eye.
You pant and swear devotion,
her hand twists with each beat,
she is a leper to sensation,
yet she chars you with her heat.
A fool you are to think it,
for she'll never say it back,
to her you are a trinket,
a trophy on her rack.
Once the silver's tarnished
and the gold has lost it's shine.
You'll start to ponder karma
and rue the day you chose her love, over mine.
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